JUST WONDERING

Those who gave me life and nurtured me
shared with me so little of their history.

 

Now that they’ve been gone for many years
I find  I’m too late for the probing  I desire.
Im not in need of  family trees with names —
I hanker for some stories left untold —
stories I believe there must have been
but never shared with me.  And now I care
and cannot probe — can only wonder why
when they were here I didn’t ask more questions.

 

Will my legacy be much the same as this?
When I am gone and can longer speak
will there be those who’ll  wish that I had shared?

 

Strange that I should come upon these thoughts
while I sit here — a wonderer just wondering.

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